Burning Brighter Part 4: Ember's Edge
When Erica cries out the wrong name, a dangerous ember glows - the first warning that the fire they're tending might burn hotter than they can control.
Rain drummed steadily against the bedroom window, February's cold pressing down on the city. Erica stood barefoot on hardwood, holding a glass of red wine she hadn't yet tasted, watching rivulets streak the glass. Behind her, John sat on the edge of their bed, shirt unbuttoned, waiting. "I've been thinking," she said without turning. Her voice was quiet but clear over the rain. "About going further." She heard the sheets...